St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-06-26

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home. trust it will find favor in your
eyes; if there are any alterations or en-
belliShmentS which you may desire to
make, please consider you have carte
blanche.n
Lucille bowed, and lifting her eyes to
his replied coldly: '.Thank you, Mr..
Harcourt, for your kindness; but l do
not think | shall find it necessary to
avail myself of your generosity"
Raymond Harcourt bit his lip. He
had not thought that Lucille could show
so much spirit, and it some how
struck him intentionally how little
this beautiful girls personal feelings
had been consulted in this marriage, but
he showed no sign of his inward
thoughts.
las you please. But pardon me for
OBTAINING you, you must be fatigued.
will ring for your maid to show you to
your rooms. And remember, until you
wish it otherwise, you are there secure
from any intrusion of mine. GOOD
night, and pleasant Dreams"
He stood where she had left him, with
his arm resting lightly on the mantel-
piece. and his handsome eyes wore look
of annoyance"
by Jovei What magnificent
woman! AS far above May Chester as
the heavens are above the earth. What
d calm look of Scorn lay in the depths of
her beautiful eyes! Lucille".already
his lips fingered tenderly over the name
Il have done you deeper wrong than
can ever efface. by linking your life to
one you do not love-" And this admiS-
sion caused him twinge of pain that
he would have laughed at but few
hours before.
Lucille sat in her dainty. violet dress
ingroom, with her long hair unbound,
clasping her slender fingers. on one
hand of which glittered the costly dia-
mond which Signitied her wedding troth.
She thought of the occurrences OF the
evening and sighed:
''Oh, that we could cultivate each
others society. l almost think"
Here she abruptly checked the words
rising to her lips and rang for her maid
to dress her hair for the night.
The days and weeks flew by, through
the hot, Sultry summer, with its soft,
dreamy languor, its blazing heated days,
its still. mo0nlit nights, into the damp,
yellow autumn.
Lucille Harcourt had accepted, with a
graceful ease, her position, which her
attachments amply qualified her to I'LL.
She presided over the mansion of which
she was mistress, scrupulously fulfilling
every requirement. While Raymond
had grown to love his beautiful wife
paSSiOnatefy. 49, -
His love burned the more fervently
by reason of its rigid suppression, for
Raymond dreaded the ScOrn which he
thought would flash in his wife'S superb
eyes had he shown any sign of his love;
at the mere touch of her garments
daIio,nuc thrill ,.trcbpd tbrnu orb his veins
and filled his heart. He escorted her
to the balls and receptions, where she
reigned a belle, and Lucille never
dreamed that the cold, stately man at
her side loved her so passiOnately. She
proudly represSed and tried to ignore
the love toward her husband that filed
her own heart, deeming it a weakness
to acknowledge a passion which she
thought was unreciprocated.
I'VE have received cards for May
CheSter's wedding said Lucille toaher
husband, as they were on their way one
evening to hear the delicious strains OF
LA SOnnambula."
.Have we?'' indiffereItly responded
her husband. And Lucille. iIthe soil
tude of her room, thought bitterly,
"HoW well he hides his feelings under
the mask of indifference! Heaven help
me to crush out the love that is in my:
heart!' And the sweet mouth 1duiy--
cred as she .passionately sclasped her
little white hands.
1t was May Chestefesf wedding day.
awaiting his wife. The door opened
and Lucille advanced. Ray felt pride
as he gazed On her. She was dressed
simply, yet elegantly. in snowy. satin,.
her hair gathered back in its beautiful
waves in one soft mass. She looked SO
sweet and beautiful that Raymond, as
he led her to the carriage in, waiting,
could with difficulty refrain from clasp
ing her to his heart. - ~. - '-A'''~
Mr.. CheSter'S residence was abl3ze
with light as Lucille and her husband
entered the well-filled rooms. lucille
looked up into her husbands eyes with
cold smile. ..s.l ~ s {; ~. 4,
Your revenge has: been sweet, Mr..
HarcouTtr' -
A quick change passed over his face
and he unconsciouslyc lasped his hand
tightly over the soft white one, that
rested on his arm, as he replied: ssMy
revenge has been bitter as death, Lu-
cille!'' ,..-.-..i -. -
Lucille looked up in surprise. But it
was in order for them to offer their con-
gratulationS to the newly-wedded
couple, and her husband had regailfed
his accustomed manner.
Later in the evening as Lucille was
resting alone in the shadow Of the heavy
curtains of the arched window that
opened into the conservatory, the voice
that had the deepest power to thrill her
broke upon her ear. ~
Eyes, Allston," he was saying to his
no
ring of pain in it, 81 intend going to
completed and | leave tomorrow. / can
endure the cold scorn in my:
wife's eyes no longer; / shall
forget prudence and declare my, pas.
sion; to leave is my only safeguard; to
go from the sight of her beautiful, cold
face, which is daily maddening me. |
love her with love beside Which my
fancy for that inane piece of insipidity''
looking over as he spoke at May.
Chester'S childish facets as the heat
of the suns rays to the mild light of the
mOOn.'' ---...-- -. -.
''Have you not spoken of your love?
Have you no hope that your wife; may
love you in return?"
"None. Would that L had! Her
proud, sweet nature rebelled at the
manner of her marriage"-
Here the speakers passed beyond Lu-
Giles hearing. A great joy filled her
whole being as she rose and wendell her
wav to the dressing-rOom.
That night, as Raymond Harcourt
fastened the cloak around his Wife'S
neck, he was startled by her looks: a
happy, joyous light had replaced the
cold indifference; her cheeks were
flushed her ewes Snarklpd har uboIa